Two arms outstretched, across and up,
Red as the setting sun,
Two arms that met to form a cross
And, meeting, became one.
A cross, blood-red, as martyrs' blood,
As the Blood of Christ Himself;
Two arms which death and new life tell,
Accepted death, and life from Hell:
The Christian's hope and health.
This cross against a white base stood,
The white of a newborn soul
Who comes wet dripping from rebirth
And cannot quite hold back his mirth
To find his spirit whole.
And this great sign on battlements
Was found, o'er hill and dale,
In times long past, when hope held fast,
And England's faith was hale.
So very cool that it needs its own post! VOYAGER 1 is TALKING AGAIN!
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A while back in 2023, Voyager 1, which set out in 1977 to fly by the outer
planets and then head off into the void, stopped sending usable data. I
did a ...
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